Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

"I've helped you so many times, but you repay me like this!"

"As his dark side, of course he is as despicable as he is. For an honest man like you, who would you bully if you don't bully him? Please don't waste time on these useless things, come and help me." Black Shadow said with a smile. .

Ms. Corruption suppressed her anger and asked bitterly: "Do you need help?"

"I have been staring at the Mad God, and he has spread the news of my death. If I think correctly, my stupid men will definitely choose to commit suicide and reach Cold Harbor to save me."

"You think they'll touch you?" asked Lady Revenge.

"..." The shadow fell silent.

"Once you shed tears, your godhead will split, and the split godhead will run to the good side, so that the good side becomes resurrected from God?" Ms. Corruption thought about this plan and found that it was very feasible.

The black shadow nodded and said: "If they do not choose to commit suicide, but wait until the construction of the Dragon Tower is completed, then burn their souls to activate the Dragon Tower..."

"Then my other half can rely on the power of Dragon Tower to become a Holy Spirit."

"In other words, the mad god is so anxious to spread the news just to prevent your significant other from becoming the Holy Spirit?"

"This is normal. He needs powerful allies, but he doesn't need allies that are too powerful." A look of disdain appeared on Black Shadow's face.

"Haha, in a sense, he is helping you. After all, you don't want to be a target and be attacked by the gods, right?"

"But his calculations against my dependents make me very uncomfortable. My dependents can only be dealt with by me. Anyone else who dares to touch them is seeking death." A trace of coldness flashed in Heiying's eyes.

"Oh? What do you want to do?" Ms. Corruption asked with interest.

"Although the God of Order claims to be omniscient, he cannot clearly see my actions." The black shadow regained his composure.

Ms. Corrupt's eyes lit up when she heard this. "What's your plan?"

"Don't rush to deal with him first. I have to resurrect my stupid good side first. Otherwise, if I really let him become the Holy Spirit, it will be too late."

"Now, please let my subordinates who can't hold up the wall have a dream! I'm also curious about whether they can touch me." The black shadow straightened his collar.

"Ha! Let's talk first. I helped you this time. How will you repay me? Stop threatening me. I don't want to hear that." Ms. Corruption began to negotiate terms.

"I will help you cut off the corrupt priesthood." Black Shadow said.

"...Is there any problem if I swallow Namira?" Ms. Corruption was a little surprised.

"I don't know either, but I heard that the Mad God helped you a lot in devouring Namira."

"..." Ms. Corruption was silent for a moment.

Because she also participated in the curse, according to the mad god's vengeful character, it is impossible for him to give benefits to his enemies. The corrupt lady was still too greedy and could not resist the temptation of power.

"I understand." Ms. Corruption nodded.

However, she still couldn't let go of her current power. Unless absolutely necessary, she would not divide her hard-earned divinity.

Seeing the look on Ms. Corruption's face, Black Shadow knew what she was thinking. However, he doesn't care.

Next, Ms. Corruption started doing her old job. She started dreaming with the blood of the shadow as a guide.

At the same time, more than 800 masked gang members entered the dream.

This dream lasted for one night, and the time in the dream was stretched to ten years.

After reading the dream, the expressions of the two gods were a little complicated.

"I have to say that the loyalty of your men is beyond words, and their minds are also quite flexible."

"..." The black shadow slowly stood up. He looked at his crystal cane and saw that a corner was missing.

"Thank you for your help." The shadow opened a portal with his stick and left.

"Hmm~ I always feel that this dream is very interesting. Maybe I should collect it... No! I should adapt it into a movie and post it online." Ms. Corruption showed an excited look.

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"Is this Cold Harbor? It's not what I thought."

"Okay, we're not here to see the scenery. We'll find the adults first."

"Is that an adult?" a member of the masked gang said, pointing to a man in a suit on a big screen.

In order to give the Masked Gang a clear goal, Ms. Corruption specially arranged a billboard. The person on the billboard is none other than the Lord of the Flies.

"Huh? It says that if you want to see the Lord, you must pay 20 million gold coins."

"Twenty million? What a joke!" York smiled slightly. He looked at the street with people coming and going and showed a strange smile.

"Brothers, you wait here, I will come as soon as I go."

Soon, York disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

After a while, York returned with a gloomy face, accompanied by two uniformed policemen.

"Are you his relatives? He was caught stealing a mobile phone. You pay the fine." said the black shadow policeman.

"How many?"

"fifty thousand……"

Bang bang! Two police officers were knocked to the ground.

Everyone ran away like wild dogs. York, on the other hand, threw away the cell phone in his arms and followed the crowd.

"Damn it! York, how were you caught?"

"Damn it! The people here are all poor! Although they all dress like dogs, they don't have any gold coins on them!"

"I can only steal some shiny bricks. I saw in the advertisement that these things are quite valuable."

"I didn't expect there was positioning magic in it! It's so treacherous!" York said with a gloomy expression.

However, after everyone ran for a long time, a loud siren sounded behind them.

Finally, York was taken into the police car amidst the complicated expressions of everyone.

"You don't look like good people. I'm warning you not to cause trouble, otherwise you'll be waiting with guns blazing." said a tall and round shadow policeman.

"..." Everyone fell silent.

However, facing the massive masked gang, the policeman did not step forward to check his ID card. After catching his target, he retreated.

As night fell, a huge crowd of people crowded into a narrow alley.

Some homeless people were sleeping on the road in the distance, and it wasn't long before these people were carried away by some black figures in black clothes.

The homeless were dumped in garbage truck incinerators.

"Can we only say that it is a cold port? Will useless people be burned?"

"I checked the job advertisements here, and the pay here is shockingly low. It seems that no matter where you are, working is a dead end. Maybe we should use some different methods." Arondil slowly raised his head and looked towards Loan advertisements on the wall.

"As long as you mortgage a small piece of your soul, you can get 5!"